Some Thoughts On Change

Some Thoughts On Change

By Jillian Stacia

I’ve had a lot of change lately. That’s an understatement, actually. In the last year, I’ve gotten pregnant, been promoted, had a baby, went back to work, quit my job, started freelancing full time, and dyed my hair blue.

Things have changed so much so fast, and I still feel like I am reeling.

Here’s what I know: I am happier than I have ever been, probably because I feel more like myself than I ever have. My life is finally a representation of my values, and that feels amazing and right and whole.

But I also feel like I’m floundering. Each time I start to find a rhythm, I am pummeled by change. The carpet is ripped out from under my feet, and I have to start all over again. Continue reading

Being Judas


By Jillian Stacia

On Easter night, I watched Jesus Christ Superstar. I didn’t make it past the first song before I had a startling revelation: holy shit, I’m Judas.

Admittedly, I did not have the strictest religious upbringing – I’m one of those “holiday Christians”. But I know enough about Jesus and the resurrection to know that I really do not want to be Judas. In the whole cast of characters, he’s like, the worst one. You know, the bad guy. The big one. The one who betrays Jesus and is responsible for his death. Yeah, that dude. No one wants to be that dude. Continue reading

My Life Looks Different Than I Thought It Would

My Life Looks Different Than I Thought It Would

By Kate Kole

Sometime during middle school, I picked the house I would live in once I became a grown up. It was a 10-minute walk from my childhood home, quaint and complete with a white picket fence.

I imagined my brother and sister would buy places in the same neighborhood. We’d all get married and have kids. They’d play little league together and we’d barbecue with my parents on Sunday afternoons. Continue reading

Read This When You Feel Like Giving Up

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By Jillian Stacia

Keep going.

Sometimes, life is hard and crazy and full of ridiculous shit that makes you want to throw in the towel and ask “why me?”. But you can’t. You have to keep going. You have to put one foot in front of the other. The only way out is through.

Keep going.

Even when your head is pounding and your heart is tired and you just want to stop trying. You’re almost there. You’re at the breaking point. You’re reaching the top of the mountain. It’s all downhill from here. Continue reading

Stay Your Path


By Kate Kole

I have a slight (and by slight, I mean major) girl crush on Carrie Underwood. So, naturally, when she announced her fitness apparel line, I treated myself to a couple tops. After all, women support one another, am I right? Printed along the inside band of my favorite tank are the words, “stay the path.” Each time I toss it on and see that saying, I feel a slight boost of reassurance and faith. I’m where I’m meant to be.

I think the reason those 3 simple words spark confidence within me is because they bring me back to my own journey. The one that isn’t concerned with what the people around me are doing and where they are going, but is instead paved in its own unique and worthy way. Continue reading

Be Still And Know


By Terry Garrett

I’m not Thirty on Tap. I’m twice that. Yet the blog posts on this site resonate with me. Deeply. I don’t see age any more as a distinction, a dictation for how to live. I see energy and yes, though it might sound trite and overused, I see love.

I’m a Libra and I’m often aware that I take the middle ground. I usually see both sides of an issue. I don’t like to ruffle feathers and have lived most of my life concerned about what others think of me, whether or not they like me. So, I’m careful not to step on anyone’s toes. Continue reading

Allowing Love To Win

By Kate & Ali 

12 years ago, our lives were forever changed in a single moment. Our brother passed away, and our family reeled in a blanket of grief. While the world around us existed as it always had, our lives lost a familiar sense of normalcy.

The same way that a baby first crawls, then walks, then runs, we reemerged into daily life, bit by bit. Having no guidebook to follow in living on Earth as a family of 5 and then suddenly 4, we coped and related and comforted the best we could. Continue reading